You held his hand as you placed his single cigarette back between his lips. The quietness of the bikini bottom welcomed the united feelings connected with Zacky. Only silence, which you'd never experienced, made you think back to when you felt truly alone.

Your mother was horrible, now growing up with body issues and a habit of hoarding food. That fear of silence was painful, no matter where you went. You couldn't help but think about those times installed inside your sick brain.

You hated your mother because of that. She showed her true colors, and you'd turn right into her. Running from her parents. Constantly getting into crimes. No matter what you could do. At any point, you could be pronounced dead, like your father.

Although this silence was different, unlike the fear of sitting around to die, You might actually care; this man implored you without even trying. You started thinking of a twisted reality that you knew would never come true.

You slid your hand down your thigh. You didn't want this, but a witness too close is a witness too close. Swiftly taking off your gutter knife. You swung, slicing the betta, blood flowing out. Cold-blooded, you instantly take his wallet and a ring as a troupe.

"Tsk.. tsk tsk. I knew I couldn't trust you."
The voice of the person you just mangled stood behind you.

"Boo... You're really dumb (Y/N); you know only one person who'd have so much dirt on you! couldn't possibly be a sweet, adorable, innocent person! Hah..."

Hands came behind him, charging at you with the speed only someone who was trained under your mom could master. Twisting your body in all types of ways, you can feel you've dislocated your right shoulder.

He giggled like the time you pressed him against the glass. Your neck itched with temptation; you haven't fought anyone at your level since you were sixteen.

"This'll be fun."
You grinned with a slight delight. Maybe he really was perfect.